I stood, holding the string
of a large red balloon,
and all was well.
Then, suddenly, here I must tell,
I let go of the string,
and a strange thing befell;
into the sky,
went I,
floating past the treetops,
watching clouds passing by,
until I’d reached the height
of twenty thousand feet,
where I did die.
.
‘But,how could you have written this?
Surely you lie!’
.
‘Okay.’ I reply
‘I’ll tell you the truth:
I wasn’t that youth,
who died too soon –
I was the balloon.’
Graeme Sandford 